I will atone. Shuja sat still in meditation. His eyes closed and ears open; he felt the energy of the forest cascade around him in freedom. The leaves rustled with the wind in the sway of the canopies above. A brief moment of inner peace. But even in his time of peace he couldn’t help but to remind himself, they want me dead. He tightened his fists in frustration. Shuja left his tribe under the title of traitor. A decision that was not made lightly and not without bloodshed. The memory of his slain wife and daughter sprawled across the ground remained branded into his mind. An agonizing heartbreak that shattered his momentary bliss. He fell to all fours in his strife, a cold sweat glazing his skin. Tears forming in his eyes. But now was not the time idle in his agony. There was a journey to nowhere ahead of him and he needed to be ready to move at any moment. He brought himself to his feet and began again down the path of the dense jungle, clothes wrapped in a thick...
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